In a few short days, pitchers and catchers, David Wright and any players wise enough to understand Terry Collins’ odd definition of “on time” will all have assembled in Port St. Lucie for spring training. Which will be nice — but not because it’s a sign of spring.
That doesn’t really work for me any more. […]
The east side of our backyard is defined by a low brick wall that belongs to the building next to us. The top of it is festooned with loops and whorls and tangles of stuff — some of it’s wandering ivy, but most of it is a few decades’ worth of changing infrastructure. There’s coax, […]
It’s not yet the Baseball Equinox — though I’m eagerly awaiting word from Greg that we’re finally closer to new baseball than we are to old. But nonetheless, in the last couple of days I’ve felt a quickening somewhere in my blue-and-orange soul.
Spring's coming. Promise.
And it has nothing to do with our front office. […]